Friday Ephemera (694)
The secret life of cats. || I’ll be back. || About bordellos. (h/t, o4p1) || The thrill of barrel relocation. || Pair of 1960s Star Trek Tribbles, $2,000. (h/t, Things) || Her thighs are too powerful, you see. || Some gentle sponging may be needed. || Today’s word is influencer. || Question asked. || Dining scenes. || Adornment. || Fair point. A reply in the comments. || Plot twist. || Caption competition. || Spraying scenes. More to come, I suspect. || The progressive retail experience, parts 505(a), 505(b), 505(c), 505(d), and 505(e). || “The modern university is the primary laboratory for the Cluster B pathologies.” See also. || Telling obvious lies. || Meanwhile, in women’s gaming and e-sports news. || How to make Worcestershire Sauce. (h/t, Mark) || Today’s other word is focus. || And finally, fashionably, the thrill of early Eighties hair.
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Live action remake of Corpse Bride.
Progressive Retail experience
Yelling “everyone must eat” whilst looters break into a wine and liquor store behind her. Says it all.
I’m afraid I don’t what you are talking about.Ah. Flush after the snake disappears, obviously.My favourites out of that lot were
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wasn’t too bad either.
Long nails signify that you aren’t doing manual labor of almost any kind.
Whilst being a younger instance living up to my nick during a visit to the local grocery store, the woman ringing up the total was wearing longish paste-on (I hope) nails. One of them flew off and landed in the area where you bag your scanned-in booty. I picked it up, looked at it quizzically, realized what it actually was, and offered it to the check-out lady with the comment “I think this is yours.”
I don’t remember her expression, but my wife was aghast that I would do such a thing. The check-out lady at least took the errant paste-on fingernail from me.
“Spraying scenes. More to come, I suspect. “
Oh, I do hope so!
Animals.
Morning, all.
Ah, but they’re keeping their babies warm with those bricked iPhones.
Think of it as a journey from “Got One! Ha-Ha!” to “We don’t got nothing to do with it,” and concluding with a tearful mugshot. Though whether Ms Blackwell will learn anything from the experience is perhaps another matter. I’m not sure there’s the mental or moral wherewithal for such things to occur.
And it must be quite strange to be so accustomed to bare-faced lying. Seemingly with every second breath.
The motorized Walking Tribble is only $4,000.
This looks like something that might have appeared in Mad Magazine, but it didn’t.
https://twitter.com/SRCHicks/status/1707372500370284696
For those without twitter access.
[ Slurps coffee. ]
That.
Well, the New Rules Of Pretending aren’t entirely coherent, even if one were willing to play along. On the one hand, fat screeching drag queens are supposedly comedic and a kind of pantomime, something exaggerated and silly and suitable for children. Something to make the kiddies laugh. But on the other hand, dysmorphic men and autogynephiles, who are often difficult to distinguish from drag queens, are supposedly Beings Of Infinite Seriousness And Validity, and even a raised eyebrow can result in finger-wagging and accusations of hatred.
And so the inherent absurdity of a cross-dressing man is something we must find amusing and, simultaneously, not at all funny.
It’s a tricky manoeuvre.
I mean, do we chuckle or not?
A nice otherwise pointless story about Peter Tosh going to Africa 40 years ago. Provided for no other reason than that I can see myself slipping into using the expression “Suh weh di bongo clippings dis is…”. Which could be fun. Or not.
A link to the full 13 page, peer reviewed…or so it implies at the top of the pages, original article. From 2022. Old news? Should be mainstream thinking…heh, ‘thinking’…by now.
Is it from the missing Doctor Who / Toy Story crossover episode?
Heh. It does suggest… possibilities.
Oh, come on.
Part of what made me laugh was that Mr Hartnell was apparently quite fastidious about which lever performed which function on his imaginary space-and-time machine. So you can picture him explaining to passing extras how the TARDIS works.
The last paragraph of THE BASIC LAWS OF HUMAN STUPIDITY by Carlo M. Cipolla:
“In a country which is moving downhill, the fraction of stupid people is still equal to σ;
however in the remaining population one notices among those in power an alarming proliferation of the bandits with overtones of stupidity (sub-area B1 of quadrant B in figure 3) and among those not in power an equally alarming growth in the number of helpless individuals (area H in basic graph, fig.1). Such change in the composition of the non-stupid population inevitably strengthens the destructive power of the σ fraction and makes decline a certainty. And the country goes to Hell.”
Summary:
“If Tom takes an action and suffers a loss while producing a gain to Dick, Tom’s mark will fall in field H: Tom acted helplessly. If Tom takes an action by which he makes a gain while yielding a gain also to Dick, Tom’s mark will fall in area I: Tom acted intelligently. If Tom takes an action by which he makes a gain causing Dick a loss, Tom’s mark will fall in area B: Tom acted as a bandit. Stupidity is related to area S and to all positions on axis Y below point O. As the Third Basic Law explicitly clarifies:
A stupid person is a person who causes losses to another person or to a group of persons while himself deriving no gain and even possibly incurring losses.”
🙋Oooh Miss, Miss? 🙋Pick me Miss. 🙋I have an answer Miss…
I thought the skins were used for bagpipe bodies.
I think you’ll find it’s the bagpipes that are used to make haggis. The accumulation of multi-generational sputum is what gives the family haggis its unique and delicate flavour.
Nice photo of indigenous hairy Scottish beasts though.
And their pets are quite attractive.
I think we may need Sam’s views on this. What with him being from The Barren North.
Isn’t that him with the big hat?
I’m just going to leave this here for no reason whatsoever.
[ Looks in mirror, practises innocent face. ]
More scenes from The Barren North.
Sam’s mum is looking well.
What?
If Sam shows up, I’m not standing near you.
Ahead of the curve, barkeep.
Some illustrations, for those who, like me, had questions of a perfectly respectable intellectual nature.
Doesn’t “whorehouse” sound so much finer in French?
I’ll distract him with a bottle of yer finest Buckfast.
I miss that much saner world. It’s all going to pot now.
I’m going to need a moment to process that.
…all for just $900 per month – air purifiers and fans included!.
The word private is creaking under the load there.
Sign of the times
The necessary reserves for the former are fairly depleted.
In college we crammed seven of us into a ~1600 square foot home. Fortunately that density only lasted a semester until one guy dropped out and the cohabiting couple moved on, but for that one semester it was tolerable. We all knew each other to some degree though. I cannot imagine cramming 6 beds x 3 bedrooms = 18 people, 18 strangers into that space. Unless they’re all chinese or similar people to whom such might be considered normal. That’s just begging for problems, especially for the landlord. Heh…wonder who, or what entity, that is.
Ladies and gentlemen pretending to be ladies, are you troubled by your short squatty legs?
Fear no longer! Chinese Gen Zers to the rescue with a hack that can make your legs look “10x longer”!
[ Imagines striding about neighbourhood on ten-metre legs, drifts into reverie. ]
[ Reverie intensifies. ]
[ From behind bar, cruel laughter, sounds of manic stomping. ]
Hmmm. The hell you say.
[Strokes beard]
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OK men, as you were.
It just makes your cock look further away from your belly button.
An update on Ms Blackwell, seen above.
Mugshot merch now available.
In that dumpster fire of responses it’s hard to tell which randos are serious, which are sarcastic, which are genuinely trolling…heh, ‘genuinely trolling’.
“Down the road, on the left. You’ll know it when you see it.”
Had to look up Lili St. Cyr.